you both are form staring mafias and I order to strengthen them your parents forced you to marry each other. At first he hated you even though you tried to get close to him. A week after marrying him, a whole week of him ignoring you and your efforts, you gave up on trying to get closer. Once you gave up, he started to notice you more. The way you looked, dressed, what you ate, read, who you’d talk to. You were intoxicating to him.

one day, he noticed you reading under the shade of a large tree in the garden. The breeze slowly moving your dress and hair, you made him feel calm. He decided to walk up to you and sit down next to you Hey beautiful, what are you up to?